August 27, 2013–Prompt–A girl put a quarter in a gumball machine and a human tooth came out.

Prompt: A girl put a quarter in a gumball machine and a human tooth came out.

It was a very special day. It was Sarah’s Birthday. This year she would be celebrating her 7th birthday.

Her parents agreed that she was old enough to have a pizza party at the local pizza parlor. She was very excited. Her dad had rolls of quarters for the game machines and her mother had decorated a cake in blues and purples, her favorite colors. There were party hats and favors to match. It would be great fun.

The party turned out perfect. Her friends raced from one game to another. Their quarters were almost gone. The party was winding down and the cake was served. As she finished opening her cards and presents, several of her friends went to the gumball machines. She wanted gum too. And the prizes were always fun. She waited her turn as a girl put a quarter in a gumball machine and a human tooth came out. When they realized what it prize was, they both shrieked and freaked out.

She would put the tooth under her pillow tonight and see what the tooth fairy would bring. It was a perfect birthday.

Joanne Mowckzo

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August 13, 2013 Prompt– “follow the_________”

What the heck was all that yellow brick road stuff about. None of the roads I followed were gold ,or even golden, or even had a metaphorical gold theme.

Most of the roads I’d chosen had been narrow, rocky, and often potholed. My whole life when I had to choose a road it seemed I picked the wrong one.

There were no shortcuts in my life___no I always seemed to be speeding along, things were going well and I’d hit a detour. The next thing I knew I ‘d be at a dead-end and need to turn around.

What did that poet____what’s his name___Frost, Robert Frost mean when he talked about “taking the road less traveled.” I didn’t have a clue what he meant.

Clueless___that’s me. I’ve lead a whole life of clueless. Don’t you think one time when I made a choice it would be the right one.

I mean I don’t need a golden road. I’d be happy with a four lane highway. Something I could speed along and make only the right stops. If…

“Jeffery are you day-dreaming again. Follow the road to the left,” my wife said, “or were never going to get where were going. You’re so Walter Mittyish.”

Christine Howard

August 6, 2013 Prompt–Write about the Sound, the Color and the Smell of Loneliness

There is nothing as lonely as silence – it’s like a thick white mist –

in solitary confinement or separation from God.

No sight, no sound, not even the tick of a clock and nothing to touch.

Your cry goes unheard as you swim through the clouds,

hoping to connect with something real.

Carmel Westerman